It’s true that I’ve been walking beneath the dark cloud

It was an inch above my head, but since that afternoon

A new sensation has strucked my mind and my soul

Still, I can feel the cloud’s presence above me,

But it is just different

It isn’t as heavy as usual and it isn’t as dark as usual

Tonight I’m here to recall what happened

Without hesitation I let these two words slip

From between my lips

‘Thank you’

Thank you, Stranger

For smiling so genuinely that this cloud shifted farther







Which I listen to whenever I am alone in my room

Are not for your talking to begin with

Only those who know me have the privilege to listen to it

But you don’t know me

And I don’t want you to know me



‘Why did I do this?’ said she

‘Why didn’t I do that?’ said he

Regrets wrap us close in their arms

Dissatisfactions blind us with flashy images

We’ve been trying to take a single step

To get rid of their arms

We’ve been trying to clear our sight

To get a better overview

Guess small efforts worth the time and energy

Because indeed, the fog eventually clear up

And we finally come to a realization that

We’ve always been blessed